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“Well, let me see if I can explain it to you, sweetheart: You’re an attention starved, B-list talent actress, who, despite a few roles in over-rated indie movies, has no discernible talent other than looks and amazing tits. Despite your fame and success, or maybe BECAUSE of it, you have little self-esteem. Hence, you date guys like me, a walking cliche of a douche-bag, complete with hipster-douchey tattoos, cuffed jeans and black shoes. We are a match made in Hollywood-Heaven, two people who in real life, would have no reason whatsoever to be SPEAKING to each other, let alone having intercourse. We will use each other like a hotel mattress, then move on to our next pointless relationship. As the French say, ‘C’est la vie.’ Does that answer your question of why we’re together?”